CHRISTINE My daughter Christine, who wrote me these letters, died at a hospital in Stuttgart on the morning of August 8th, 1914, of acute double pneumonia. I have kept the letters private for nearly three years, because, apart from the love in them that made them sacred things in days when we each still hoarded what we had of good, they seemed to me, who did not know the Germans and thought of them, as most people in England for a long while thought, without any bitterness and with a great inclination to explain away and ...
CHRISTINE My daughter Christine, who wrote me these letters, died at a hospital in Stuttgart on the morning of August 8th, 1914, of acute double pneumonia. I have kept the letters private for nearly three years, because, apart from the love in them that made them sacred things in days when we each still hoarded what we had of good, they seemed to me, who did not know the Germans and thought of them, as most people in England for a long while thought, without any bitterness and with a great inclination to explain away and excuse, too extreme and sweeping in their judgments. Now, as the years have passed, and each has been more full of actions on Germanys part difficult to explain except in one way and im- possible to excuse, I feel that these letters, giving a picture of the state of mind of the German public immediately before the war, and written by some one who went there enthusi- astically ready to like everything and everybody, may have a certain value in helping to put together a small corner of the great picture of Germany which it will be necessary to keep clear and naked before us in the future if the world is to be saved. Iam publishing the letters just as they came to me, leaving out nothing. We no longer in these days belong to small circles, to limited little groups. We have been stripped of our secrecies and of our private hoards. We live in a great relationship. We share our griefs and anything there is of love and happiness, any smallest expression of it, should be shared too. This is why I am leaving out nothing in the letters. The war killed Christine, just as surely as if she had been a soldier in the trenches. I will not write of her great gift, which was extraor-dinary. That too has been lost to the world, broken and thrown away by the war. I never saw her again. I had a telegram saying she was dead. I tried to go to Stuttgart, but was turned back at the frontier. The two last letters, the ones from Halle and from Wurzburg, reached me after I knew that she was dead. ALICE CHOLMONDELEY. London, May, 1917. Publishers Note The Publishers have considered it best to alter some of the personal names in the following pages. CHRISTINE Liitzowstrasse 49, Berlin, Thursday, May 28th, 1914. My blessed little mother, Here I am safe, and before I unpack or do a thing Im writing you a little line of love. I sent a telegram at the station, so that youll know at once that nobody has eaten me on the way, as you seemed rather to fear. It is wonderful to be here, quite onmy own, as if I were a young man starting his career. I feel quite solemn, its such a great new adventure. Kloster cant see me till Saturday, but the moment Ive had a bath and tidied up I shall get out my fiddle and see if Ive forgotten how to play it between London and Berlin. If only I can be sure you arent going to be too lonely Beloved mother, it will only be a year, or even less if I work fearfully hard and really get on, and once it is over a year is nothing. Oh, I know youll write and tell me you dont mind a bit and rather like it, but you see your Chris hasnt lived with you all her life for noth- ing she knows you very well now, at least, as much of your dear sacred self that you will show her. Of course I know youre going to be brave and all that, but one can be very un- happy while one is being brave, and besides, one isnt brave unless one is suffering...
Choose your shipping method in Checkout. Costs may vary based on destination.
Very good. A copy that has been read, but remains in excellent condition. Pages are intact and are not marred by notes or highlighting, but may contain a neat previous owner name. The spine remains undamaged. At ThriftBooks, our motto is: Read More, Spend Less.
Alibris, the Alibris logo, and Alibris.com are registered trademarks of Alibris, Inc.
Copyright in bibliographic data and cover images is held by Nielsen Book Services Limited, Baker & Taylor, Inc., or by their respective licensors, or by the publishers, or by their respective licensors. For personal use only. All rights reserved. All rights in images of books or other publications are reserved by the original copyright holders.